walking this day backwards  :  
			    re-enter
sleep as rising  :
given the dream has not
			skin nor
substance

			

bridgeless

           vacant din shoved of wood and a room      scaled cowboy size  .  can’t weight it down  .        blear crossing to bartender  .  table murmurs  .  steak     knives  .
                legful ache of scowled bees  .   
                                      singing might help  .  
        this holding an axis by walls   and  .                                                                                                                                                                                                                             edges shred up          misplacing objects  .  stop  .  my ear to window in snakeskin boots reach through floorboards   fusing  .  stop it  .   where all this wind  .  make out no fury                             no sight and caught  .
                          a gravity  .  
                                                                      focal shifting                     
                                                                                                                                          of                                  

“it’s okay because once I had to be this for you.” 
to be quiet	               precious  /  or bright and less life-like

stop  .  

      this is a kind of falling 

stop  .

         anti-performance  .  not wanting  .  this  .  no
                                                   but all the same began       

stop  .  

		 			

    you don’t see”

she said “it’s okay because“    the voice not
coming in clearly          				  spinning generates a silence
                                                                                                              between shapes of    
                                                                                                              torso and light
                                                                                           folding

[ (stillness) + (pressure) ] / (axis) = rotation

[ (s) + (p) ] / (a) = r

question  :   so when did this begin?

answer :  a day ago last year or before no time there is you must understand in finding the hidden room a way out of and this was between ours with light more open eyes could stand a bigger sun to discover the  lower rooms we were this enormous space having lived on top of possibility waiting underground or growing there		

question  :  only rooms then?  

answer  :   no but remember this staircase opened into corridor but not who belonged to it which house and a door at the top of the ceiling she called the portal said I found the portal and telling people made them strange like when I went into it the people living behind shoved at the door not at all friendly and wanting our sides to stay that way and make a word secret to  memorize its shape failing in my head we moved into a house without a portal but a window with his ghost coming through to touch my arm that he was not alive but kept his substance

                                                                                                                     

who are you speaking (to)?

								

we were wrong the whole time 

sky being of the thing round
     -  ness
continues       and how        suddenly     

            one  might be on a train        

    distancing           a basic frame of geologic marking

and blinking  
she said  
       
“I am covered in universe”

	                without substance       (somehow he an unfixture
                            at the window)

		            no eyes 
          but a searing in
						                     all night         trying        with
who is breathing  
                      breast            bone        magnesium 
                                                   fracture 
  	can’t hide it 
                                     turning                    over and again	
shot from my back       
                
                         bear this light